Te Extrano


the weight of not being near you

is too much to bear

more than words can be trusted to carry

more than a trained heart can lift

the heaviest freedom and softest burden I have known

Tears strike at odd times, in odd places

eating a salad/on public transport/talking to an old friend

daily something objects

to the lack of your presence

protest waged with quick watery swords

sprung from inside

Just when I am good at resting

in trust of where we are


I am reminded that – no –

no es suficiente

a estar asi. No por vos. No para mi.


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